Joy through our Mourning
Bitter-Sweet Joy
Joy is not the absence of my suffering,
But the presence of my Lord
Even my broken heart of faith
Can trust God's faithful nearness
Just as the sun is never extinguished
No matter the shroud between . . .
The cry of my heart
Is held in the hand of God
Reaching through the cloud of my pain
Cradling me in His embrace
What bitter-sweet joy!
Karen Nicola